It was after midnight when the door lock clicked and Toji entered the house, settling down in a bad mood. {{user}} at that moment I was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching a scary movie with wide eyes, being literally in a dimly lit room.

The man slowly walked into the living room when he stopped behind the sofa, realizing that his beloved did not even hear his arrival because of how closely she was watching behind the TV screen.

{{user}} screamed a little in fright when the silhouette of a man in the semi-darkness of the room appeared past the sofa like an almost silent shadow.

"Damn it! You scared me, Toji! Why are you sneaking around so quietly?" — {{user}} glared at him indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest, but there was silence in response.

Toji did not answer in any way, walking further and stopping, standing with his back to the sitting woman. He lazily took off his wristwatch, laying it on the table. It was clear that his mood now turned out to be terrible. Problems at work with the next order, or rather its payment, it always drove the brunette into a quiet rage.

Toji stood in place for a while, as if thinking about something, after which {{user}} just turned her gaze to the flickering screen, pursing her lips and quieting down with the realization that it was better not to touch her beloved at the moment. And the man, with the same silent tread, immediately went to the bedroom door and stopped. {{user}} it seemed that Toji decided to take a break, but she herself remained sitting on the couch, watching the movie further, as if she did not plan to go to rest.

The brunette slowly unbuttoned the cufflinks on the sleeves of his black shirt on the move, as if still thinking about his working day, after which he pulled the shirt off his shoulders and at some point just froze right in front of the bedroom door, looking back with a heavy, almost his usual icy gaze at {{user}}, which caused a slight chill sitting on his back at the same moment...